A/N: Hey everyone! This chapter will have Nadir in it. I know I all ready have Madame Giry, as a link to Erik's past, but I always liked Nadir's role. He's basically Erik's best friend, while Madame Giry is more of Erik's "mother figure". I loved both characters, so they're both in my story (though I don't know how that fits Erik's history. Oh well. I probably won't get into his history too much anyway). As always, read and review please!

Disclaimer: see previous chapters.

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Nadir had not seen Erik in two years, and was therefore surprised to see him at his door. Erik looked a wreck, his hair was not brushed and he had bruises under his eyes from lack of sleep. Nadir said nothing about his appearance, but ushered him in, gave him a chair, and hurried to make tea. Then he took a seat opposite Erik. He did not question him, knowing from experience that he would not get sufficient answers; he just sat sipping his tea.

Finally, after about an hour Erik spoke. "She's pregnant," was all he said, but Nadir knew whom he spoke of.

"How do you know? You haven't been spying on her, have you Erik?" He asked anxiously.

Erik shook his head. "No, of course not. I've been giving her voice lessons again," he replied, burying his face in his hands.

Nadir was shocked. "Whatever possessed you to give her voice lessons!" He exclaimed. "If her husband ever found out he'd kill you!"

Erik lifted his face from his hands, and replied sharply. "I know what would have happened, daroga. Do not scold me as if I was a child!"

"I don't think you do," Nadir started, but Erik cut him off.

"Are you going to scold me, or do you want to know what happened? I came here because I couldn't stand being in a place that reminded me so much of her, not to listen to you talk to me like a child."

Nadir sighed, "Fine tell me what happened."

Erik looked off into space remembering. Then softly he began. He told Nadir everything. How she had come to him, searching him out. Asking for lessons again, telling him of her pregnancy. His voice did not waver. It was as if all emotion left him. At the end though he broke down. His eyes filled with tears and he buried his face in his hands once more. "Daroga, what am I going to do? Her voice is haunting me. I can't go back to the darkness of the Opera House."

Nadir looks thoughtful, going over Erik's story in his mind. At last he spoke. "I think you need to move out of the Opera House, and get away from Paris."

Erik laughed hollowly. "What do you propose I do? Start living above ground? Incase you haven't noticed I'm not exactly welcomed with open arms."

"You used to live above ground before Erik," Nadir countered. "Why not again?"

"And what am I to do about money?"

"Again, you made money before, and you haven't been making money in the past two years."

Erik ran his fingers through his hair frustrated.

Nadir could tell he was relenting. "You know I'm right."

"Yes, your right," Erik shouted, standing up. "I should try to forget her, live again with the people who will eventually drive me away. Live with people who will constantly be trying to see what is under my mask. Live through the torment and try to make a life without her, but maybe I don't want to live without her. Maybe I don't want to forget her." The one visible side of his face was red, and his eyes gleamed dangerously.

Nadir stood up. "Erik sit down," he said calmly.

Erik glared at him a moment, but sat down. His body was shaking with suppressed anger.

"Why are you asking me things you know? You know you need to move. As for money you could always be an architect, or you could compose operas and sell them."

Erik stood up again, and began pacing, angrily. "I can't compose music! She was my music!"

Nadir nodded thoughtfully. "You could always retire you know. You should have enough money. After all, the Opera managers paid you 20,000 francs a month."

Erik held up his hands in defeat. "Fine," he snapped. "I'll move out of the Opera House."

Nadir smiled. "Good. I'll take care of finding you a house."

"Good," Erik replied. Abruptly he stood up and walked towards the door. He opened it, and then stopped. "I'll be back in a week to see what you've found for me," and with that he slammed the door, and left.

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Nadir found Erik a fairly small house outside the city, and he moved into it with in a month. Erik did not do much in the house; sleeping during the day, and staying up all night. He could not stand the sun, and even when he was awake during the day he had the windows covered with heavy drapes. Often he would take walks, traveling miles in the dark. He became accustomed to his life, and never left the house except to go on those walks. Nadir brought everything he needed, except his opium. Nadir refused to bring it no matter how many times Erik threatened him, or begged. Erik was then forced to make trips to the city to get it himself. He did not use it as much as he used to, just when he couldn't stop thinking about Christine. Nadir did however bring Erik a piano, even though he didn't want one. He never played it, but many a times just sat on the bench staring at the keys. He, unlike Christine, was not content with his life.

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Christine's life was uneventful, and her pregnancy steadily progressed, foe the next five months. She was rather bored, but was glad to be able to walk around the house. She knew within a few months Raoul would restrict her to bed, to make sure that she wouldn't have a miscarriage. She would often think of Erik no matter how hard she tried not to. He was always in her thoughts, and she wondered how he was and if he was even alive. Her memories of him, and the two weeks she first spent with him resurfaced after she had left him the second time. His music played in her mind constantly, calling to her. She wished she could erase all memories of Erik. They were too painful, yet she was glad they were there, filling her empty days.

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A/N: Oh by the way, I've been mostly putting up short chapters, so I can update more frequently. Do you guys like the shorter chapters, or do you want them longer? Remember the longer they are, the less frequently I'll update. Tell me what you guys want! All suggestions are welcome!